A government inspector is sent to examine a dairy facility housing "smart cows", cattle that are genetically modified to enable them to communicate with humans. After seeing the run-down farm and its two horrible keepers, he thinks something must be wrong. But only a furtive—and inspiring—meeting with one of the cows tells him the farm's ugly secret.
I parked my big white van diagonally in front of Unit 234’s office door, making sure to kick up a sizeable cloud of dust and gravel as I slid to a halt. I had no reason, strictly speaking, to sign out a van, since all I was bringing was a clipboard. But I had learned in my time that the inspections were a lot easier—especially the first time I showed up at a place—when I acted like a jerk.
I threw the flimsy office door open and stepped quickly through, allowing it to bounce off the outside wall and slam closed behind me. A good entrance. There were two desks in the room, both manned by portly, sunburnt farmhands in sweat-stained t-shirts, their regulation overalls unzipped to their waists and dangling behind them. They both stood leapt up.
“Who’re you?” one of them grunted.
I smiled and fished around in my jacket for my badge. I found it and flipped it open. “Inspector Carville. It’s your semi-annual today.”READ MORE
I was looking only at the one who had spoken, but I knew they were exchanging meaningful glances around me.
One of the lunks pointed two-thirds of an index finger at the other. “Hank ’ll take you around.”
I turned to the other man. “You’re sure? I don’t mind showing myself—”
I stopped when he produced a shotgun from somewhere under his desk. He sniggered. “For your p’tection,” he drawled.COLLAPSE